It is strange that guilt still exists in this strip it culture. I'm often astonished to find a sense of modesty towards sexuality, even from people who otherwise seem far from sexual prudes or inhibited. Makes me think that there's a lot of truth still in the biblical story of Adam and Eve being ashamed of their nakedness after eating from the tree of knowledge of good and evil. Your poem is reallybgoid, bringing into its narrative an interplat of graphic visceralness and that strange repulsion that came with the act.